Sticking to a budget is much like working out in the gym. At first, you begin to make your budget by considering both your combined income and expenses. The subtraction of your expenses from your income gives either a credit or debit account equating to either savings or debt.
Similar to working out in the gym, your trying to better the original. From trying to save money to losing weight, much follows the same concepts. To save money you must have income which exceeds your expenses. There are two ways to do this, either increase your income or reduce your expenses. Working out is similar. To lose weight you must have an output (calories out) which exceeds your input (calories in). You either increase your output by doing more exercise or decrease your input by eating less.
Often the main solution to increasing income is finding a second job. When this is applied to losing weight, cardio seems to represent this exactly. Given that the majority of your income comes from your main job, the second job helps to create a larger buffer between spending and saving. With knowledge that nutrition applied correctly to the equation of losing weight and having it correlate to the main job, the cardio allows for cheat meals. These buffers or positive expenses (spending or cheat meals), in my opinion helps with progress.
It feels kind of sad that my life has turned into this. But I guess when you have one aspect sorted out, others kind of follow aswell. Hopefully I’ll be able to apply these concepts to my budget and see my debts dissapear this year. Just taking it one step at a time.
Been listening to this for a couple of days now.
this is love
its written all over my face
its something id try describing
but its hard to say a thing
this is love
it seems like a world of your own
when you could feel the butterflies
fluttering theyre outgrown.
so when i see your face
it gets harder everytime
to let go of us.
do you recall when i would
tell you
i love us. i cant go. a day without
your sweet lovin
i cant hide. they all know. so lookout
my hearts runnin'
heyyou, i'm tickled up
and i know i
aint picture perfect...
this is real
hearts will start to colide
it feels like we're entwined by all our roots
to grow aligned
said i need you need you.
another way to say
i gotta have yu have you
the sound of your voice
is echoing
whats sweeter than sweeter than sugar, love.
is the taste of us x3
She reminds me of someone but I can't figure out who.
Life at the moment seems as confusing as the first time I started at the gym. With so many opinions contradicting my once straight forward mind, it seemed I was lost before even going to the gym.
Following different regimens and routines to try and be the healthiest I could be, it wasnt until I made several mistakes that I found what really worked for me. Much like many things in life that you want so dearly, it didnt come without hard work. To feed the body, sufficient amounts of protein needed to be ingested. Too much and it would go to waste, too little and your muscles would waste.
Today I've learnt that timing is so much more important than having too little or too much of something. Nutrition, supplements and a solid workout routine, even with consistency could be detrimental with bad timing; eating carbs at night and doing heavy weight training on an empty stomach.
What I'm really trying to say is that with even the stars aligning, the mindset of undeniable and uncontrollable passion, and figuring out the secret formula for what you really want, timing can take the best out of it.
Is it bad timing or is it something else?
Her large round eyes provide the sunshine in the day and the moonlight in the darkness. As a gust of wind blows, strands of her hair dance wildly in the air while the remaining frames her baby face.
Her smile moves her cheeks which moves her ears, which stops time on earth momentarily. Lips the colour of a tea rose; dark red on the inside, bright pink on the outside. Hands as soft as kittens, shows age and work, and independence. Mouth, nose, ears, cheeks, all proportions normal but seem special in this combination. She's beautiful.
But,
I don't get butterflies, and my knees don't buckle, and there is no urge to go and dance in the rain.
There's always a first!
So today was a first of many things for me. It was the first time since the new year started that I didn't do my morning cardio. It was the first time since the new year that I skipped lunch and the first time since the new year that I wore a singlet to the gym. To be completely honest, the feeling you have for a first really depends on how you look at it. I mean, instead of the morning skip, I substituted it for an afternoon hike up the Spring brook mountains. Instead of the typical lunch I'd have, I got my calories from chewing on chocolate and rum fudge. The first time for the singlet wasn't so spectacular either considering I wore them to the gym only when I finished my workout.
But like l said, it really depends on how you look at things. I'm slightly more happy with myself that I have the self confidence to wear one to the gym and workout and not care what other people think of me. I guess sometimes there's a particular expectation with the first of things. It could be a bad impression such as doing drugs for the first time or the good impression you might have of the first time you find yourself huddled next to a loved one; both of which I have never experienced. In the end, I guess it really depends on your own values and judgments. To many people, there will never be a first. I guess life is not all about making the right decisions and being comfortable.
Sometimes its essential to make mistakes and to experience what you hate before you can appreciate what you like. A good mate put it 'try before you buy and if you don't like it, you can always return it', my mate works in retail....
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It starts again and although I know that this year will be my hardest one yet, it seems easier now that I know what to look forward to.
Go out and achieve your goals; if the slackest person in Brisbane can do it, you can too!
What a year it has been already. Whether you believe in superstitions or not, this year already seems to be a much different from the last.
Sleep was pretty much my agenda for the first day of the new year as the past week or so since Christmas celebrations started, sleepless living has been much of my life. My father called me for no real reason and although the feeling i have towards him can't really be explained right now, him calling was definitely something that didn't happen last year, or the few years before that actually. But the year none the less has been positive so far.
Nothing is more satisfying as finishing both work and gym and then hanging with the gang; raging at them as they play hon. Sitting on tateys amazingly comfortable bean bag, and watching the guys do their thing on the computers, mouse click sounds which pollute the room, i feel so fortunate to be here with all of them, again, enduring the past year, and starting the new one.
I found it a little amusing seeing the gym half packed on the first day of the new year, especially a Saturday as well. I'm glad a lot of people tried to achieve their new years resolutions this year, i just hope they stick to it. I was in the same position this same time last year. How much easier it would of been if I could have seen how much a whole year of hard work looked like when I started. I wish the new gym attendees the best.
The gym was back to normal 20 minutes later, you can't fake dedication. Number one goal in gym for this year, 95 kilos and a waist size to fit 34, so far so good. 99.4.
Hoping the rest of this year goes by smoothly, with the new mentality that is to do what makes me happy, i feel this year is going to turn out to be a great one!
1 year ago.
10 months later.
Today....I have no recent pictures, but they will be up soon.
Five hours into the new year and I already feel as though a massive weight has dropped from my shoulders. With every new start, we reflect on what has passed both good and bad; the memories which have made the year. The year just ending wasn't the greatest year for everyone. I can confidently say that for the majority of us, the year was filled with the many pains and sorrows that life sometimes throws at you.
I can also confidently say that although through all the troubles and worries this year, we have come up on top through close friendships and tight bonds. While standing amongst the people who made this year for me, I felt quite emotional when the clock ticked over to twelve. Like in the movies, the second hand seemed to stop and memories of the year rushed through my mind. Reflecting on the good and bad times of the year, it was obvious that it was a great one, I mean, how can it not be when your still surrounded by your most loved ones, exactly one year just passed?
I thought of how we spent our holidays last year and compared it to this one and it's pretty evident that it differed considerably. Last year seemed like one filled with memories which were made through doing things, 2009 that is; confused? I am. I remember spending New years eve climbing half of Mt Cootha to watch fireworks. I guess this year we all grew to enjoy the little things in life. I feel the group has grown together and I guess we wouldn't of done so without the experiences of the previous; especially the things you do once to know that you'll never do it again.
This year just passed has been like the one previous in a sense. We've all grown up so much more this year to an extent that I feel that we are actually becoming real adults. Who would of thought that such a young group of people would have more knowledge and respect than some of those double their age. But to gain such traits, we again, had to experience the experiences that we will never want to experience ever again....experience.
I feel so much stronger, and wiser but I know that there is so much more for me to learn in the year coming. This time next year, I will look back and think 2010 was easy.
Who would of thought I would be wearing even a shirt at this time of year. December 21st, a couple of weeks into the Queensland summer and it's cold outside. The moon in the night sky is shining bright, stars a-lit and the air is soft, light, and cool. If I had just woken up from a fair couple of months slumber, I would probably have thought I'd slept a few months more.
The change in the weather is actually something I would of looked forward to much more if I had knew it were coming and that I didn't have work to attend. Either things were unpreventable but I guess with summer being so unpredictable, it could of just rained another day and that would be it. But I guess with even the few hours I've had to really experience it, it's made me feel slightly tingly inside; good tingly that is.
Work happenings today were pretty unpredictable as well. Monday nights are usually clean up and prep nights where I would be cleaning stoves and changing foils and then preping for the week of cooking. But as uncertain as the food industry and it's consumers are these days, we were pretty constant throughout the night. Even after the total blackout we had which left only the gas burners a light, people were still wanting to come in for a feed. I'm not quite sure how dinner by a candle-light makes you feel but cooking by candle-light made me feel fairly content for some odd reason. Without the fridges buzzing, and the fans producing the noise fans make, it was just me, my gas and the clanking of the pans.
The sounds heard in the kitchen are often clouded by the noises of the circuits. Very rarely do you get to hear the jets of the blue flamed stoves nor the sound onions make when they hit the pan. Even the droplets of oil are heard, the minute sounds they make are quite magnificent. Cooking in the dark made me feel like myself. It felt like I was on a stage but no-one was watching, it was just me in an empty room, doing what I was doing. It was kind of strange but it was a good feeling.
The lights turned on about a half an hour later and all returned to normal. Even Tien missed the quietness of the silences so I guess it's not just me who's a little mental. I spent time at the gym in a much similar fashion, I've actually been in the same sort of state for the past couple of weeks now to be honest. Once my music pumps I feel like I'm alone, that I've only got myself to impress. People who walk past me or look at me, or even brush against me don't get a second look, or a first in that fact. By 12 o'clock I'm usually in the gym by myself anyway, and I get to enjoy the ambient sounds of silence, and the freedom I have having the whole gym to myself.
I had a couple of flicks at my favourite spot down on the river. With much of fresh getting into the system, I wasn't too optimistic but with the moon so bright and the sky so clear, it was just the perfect opportunity to get some fresh air and admire the surroundings. I decided to take the inside road home today and what a trip it was. Windows down and music pumping, I admired the hundreds of lights above me when I drove under the Christmas decorations in Southbank. It reminded me of those scenes in Canadian movies where people were seen running through streets littered with maple leaves. It reminded me of the scene specifically from Big fish when the main character joins the circus, funky Christmas lights used to light the grounds.
I drove by Jetts in Annerley and scouted for more dedicated people than myself. I found no-one.
I think I've become much more independent these days, a much longed shift from being more of less lonely. I enjoy this feeling.
Do you ever get the feeling that when times get hard, you seem to be the only person fending it? Does it ever feel like no-one can really understand what your going through and those that say they do are lying?
At times when I feel like I'm living each day to try and survive the next, it seems as if I'm all alone. It seems that I'm stuck in a place where unless I work as hard as I can, there may be a possibility of losing my job to someone who wants it more. I sit here and wonder, whether the harder I work actually benefits me or just makes someone else richer?
Yesterday we caught up with an old friend. Janice and I joined Christos (an old Greek friend from state high) for a fishing session down the coast; showing him how Viets do it. Its always amazing how great friendships endure the tests of time. The reunion of old friendships whether good or bad can be represented by the duration between the sight of each other and the first words. I always find joy in the look in their eyes, their familiar expressions and familiar feelings.
Its funny how there's usually a higher pitch voice associated with mostly incomprehensible words and sounds to help express our feelings. Oi's and awwws and much profanity exisits in the initial stages of dialogue but after the double handed hand shake which may or may not lead to a hug (depending on how close you are), or a straight hug (which signifies a much closer friendship), words seem to make more sense. I was amazed at how much he hadn't changed and I'm assuming he thought the same with me.
Janice popped out of the passenger seat and after the usual questions and answers we were off to the coast for what ended up as another memorable sunday session; another story for another blogging. What prompted this blog with such a provocative title describes of my rather opposite opinion to that of the portrayed, that is of much appreciation and respect for the first generation of Australian occupied immigrants. Our parents.
I have until now often mis-represented the words immigrants thinking that only the Vietnamese were represented. I’d forgotten that Australia is a country comprised of much multiculturalism which is vastly represented by immigrants seeking asylum from their mother country in hope for a better future for their families. Christos helped me realize that there are many of us whom are born from first generation Australian immigrants. He made me realize that my parents weren’t the only people who worked under the sun for very little, every single day, to get us to where we are now.
We talked alot about what life has chucked at us through the years since graduating highschool. He’s a painter now and aspires to own his own business in the next couple of years. When talking about family friends and relatives, he describes that the Greek community is very tight with everyone knowing everyone, a most probable result of his recent blooming romance with his childhood sweetheart. Not unlike myself and Janice, he explains of the hardships involved in day to day life which relates to just how I’ve been feeling. As it seems, he too feels the pressures of day to day life of juggling work to pay the bills to stay alive. Working 7 days a week to look after his mum whom all I can say is not as healthy as she was 20 years ago, it seems that it’s not just myself that seems to fending off problems with a big long stick.
Sometimes I wonder if we really do appreciate how much we’ve gotten as a result of what our parents have done for us. I wonder if the hardwork we’ve put in so far has benefited us in anyway or just made someone else richer. I think about it again and I think that without hardwork there is no reward, we may not be free from the hardships of today but we can at least learn to appreciate how much our parents have given to us so we can provide a better future for our future generations.
Maybe it is for them to know appreciation rather than have to experience it. Maybe it's not such a good thing?
A memory is like salt; the right amount brings out the flavour but too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the time, you'll find yourself with no present to remember.
Am I old?
So alright, I'm at home now after a more than typical night which usually ends with a drive home from an hour and a half session at the gym. Finishing work a little earlier than usual and cutting short after work conversations with Tien, I hurried over to the gym to smash my shoulder workout.
I feel proud to say that today, I have lost 20 kilos since the first time I started at Jetts. When the scale read 101.8 I was absolutely ecstatic. It jumped to 102 flat, and although I was a little dissapointed, I was still pretty happy. The last week and a half of carb cycling cut 4 kilos, a little extreme I guess but with the morning cardio and major changes in my nutrition, I'm suprised I didnt lose more.
As soon as I got off the scale, it was shoulders until the clock read something between half an hour to forty-five minutes later. The rush with time was due to a mates bucks party I was intending to attend. To be real honest, I absolutely hate the whole clubbing and bar scene and with the change in lifestyle with gym, alcohol wasnt really on my mind either. But to keep friendships fresh I really wanted to see the guys for a quick catch up and a little sacrifice was needed.
I cut ten minutes off of my cardio and I felt so bad. I kept finding excuses to not go, thus the main reason I went for a workout. I brought my usual 'going out' attire along in the car and figured that if I survived work and then got absolutely smashed at the gym and still felt like going, I would be able to. On the treadmil I texted the boys to see if it were still worth coming. Given that they had texted me all night convincing me to come say hi, the following texts didnt seem too enthusiastic. Roy was real keen to see me so I decided to go meet up with them.
The drive through the valley continuously reminded me why I hated the whole scene so much. I parked and then walked through the young valley crowd to meet up with about 20 guys, familiar faces scattered within the unfamiliar. It was great to see all the A blocks guys again and how they reacted when they saw me reminded me why I loved them so much. A little mingle and I was convinced to pay 20 bucks upon entry to a (I am very disgraced to say), titty bar. Apparently thats what bucks parties are all about, so that I'm told, and I guess if I were to catch up with the guys, a little sacrifice was to be made? Yeah, I didnt enjoy it...or did I?
Roy had me for the door which I hesitated greatly but I paid him back by giving Ross drink money so he could pass it on to him for me. I did so when I dropped the guys off in the city after leaving the bar 10 minutes later and the valley a whole 20 or so minutes after arriving. I VTECed out of the city, jumped on the highway with John Mayer blasting, windows down and had feelings of independence and freedom, not loneiness.
I think I have confirmed my oldness or rather posession of some old-like properties just from the conclusion of my night out. Why is it that I enjoy getting out of my slacks and a button up shirt and into boxers and abs (scrap that last one). Why is it that I enjoy making myself a tuna sandwich and a protein shake and then sharing it with my other best friend who isn't human and can't speak, more than being out with the guys at a much much too loud for my liking, nightclub? Why is it that I think nightclubs are too loud?
But does that make me old? In a sense I feel that I've grown up a little more but then again, there was never really a time I can remember when I was young, well for long anyway. I'm not exactly feeling that it's such a bad thing. I always remember a saying, your only as old as you feel and although I seem like an old man, I guess I've just got different hobbies and opinions to the majority of those my age. I feel that the endless enduring work nights have had some effect in shaping how I feel these days aswell; where the first thing on my mind upon finishing is going home to sleep.
I think my lifestyle change to help me live longer has also shifted my priorities. Maybe there are better things in life than waking up hungover from a night of annihilating your insides with impurities and killing your body with insufficient sleep.
There definately is. I like being an old bastard.
So I've had a slight chip in my heart these past couple of days but I'm doing okay. Other than being slightly more motivated to blog a little more often, the side effects of cardiac broken-ness are prevented by keeping my mind occupied with things that make me feel happy.
We went to the springbrook mountains sunday just passed and other than having the usual great day out with the usual gang, it was definately a great experience, one which I've summoned a number of times to help me get through till our next memorable outting. The glow worms were absolutely amazing even though their peak light projection occurs near the end of December. I've always been fascinated by bioluminescence and intend to definately revisit once the mushrooms, trees and fireflies light up the forest.
Everyone feels a little crushed when fantasies are confirmed as such. I'm pretty corny in a way that my mind always tries to create the most 'romantic' scenario ever imaginable with absolutely anything that stimulates it.
The idea of fireflies let me conjure of a night which would only be lit by the luminescence of bioluminescences. The ground glows from millions of needle sized fungus and leads to a path ending under a mushroom covered tree, atop a green grassy hill which glows a dull pink colour. The street light like projections from under the pan sized symbiotic growths of the tree highlight a neatly spreaded blanket, and a basket full of food. Once the food has been eaten and we lie there, the fireflies surround us, and the pulsating of the glow worms in the distant caves synchronise with the dull thuds in our chests.
This was my little picnic for whoever wanted to join me. I always find amusement when I get lost in my own fantasies. It's even better when there is someone I create them for but I guess reality is kind of a buzz kill, especially when your a lost and hopeless romantic like myself. In saying that though, I'm not as depressed as you might think I am. Upon googling synonyms for heartbreak which definately isnt what I'm feeling, words such as despair, heartsickness, agony of mind and wretchedness definately do not describe how I feel.
Like I said previously, the chip is probably 1/100th of the heart which correlates to maybe a tenth of real sadness (saddness?). I'm more relieved that things turned out this way rather than getting further confounded within my thinkings.
I guess I'll just have to wait for someone else who wants to have sandwichs in the world of glow. Hope I don't have to wait too long though....
Its a little depressing when things dont turn out the way you want them to, especially when you've put so much effort into creating something that was just not meant to be. But I guess thats life and you move on. Well, human emotions and doings have quite a way of hindering the processes of 'moving on' which leads me to my point of question, why?
I'm not exactly questioning why we become so attached to things but rather, the selectivity of attachment. There are many things I have put in the past and never looked back such as terrible grades, some pretty damn embarrassing experiences and in general, the occasional fuck ups life brings. But the one thing I've never been able to let go of and forget are relationships. From the very bad relationships I've had in my life to the best ones, I can honestly say that there hasnt been a day that has gone by without me thinking of at least one of these relationships.
Apart from the frequent wonderings of the guys and Janice and what they're up to, the rest of my mind usually circulates the thoughts of bad relationships or friendships (if you want to describe them as that). I usually ponder on what could of been if things happened differently or the timing was a little better, or if that hand of fate slightly changed courses of direction. I think of ways I could make exisiting relationships better and how to re-ignite passed ones. These thoughts occasionally are acted upon and till this day there are only a handful of relationships that I havent been able to mend; theres probably one in particular which has sparked this post however....
Like I've said before and will continue saying, factor for dissapointment and you will never be suprised. Everyone will dissapoint you at least once, it just depends how much you can take before you come to a stage where you question whether its really worth all the effort. Maybe, maybe not?
Its a maybe for me.
And thats probably the answer to my question above; the selectivity of attachment probably has something to do with what makes you you. I've always had a mind to want to fix broken things, from physically broken objects, broken relationships, broken hearts (although the mending of the latter isnt an occasional happening). But thats just me and how I've been brought up. Call it a mild case of OCD if you must but I've always had a need to fix things, broken things just irritate me. Although not directly the product of the olden, since mum has a slight problem with confrontation and would rather let things run their course; I've found ways around this more or less hereditary trait and often question whether the mutation is of benifit.
I feel that life should'nt be all about worrying how to fix the broken things in life but rather embracing that they onced existed and to understand that it is normal for wear and tear to occur as well as damage which cannot be replaced. In saying this, I guess if I wasnt such a hypocritical idiot, life would be alot simpler.
What do you do hey. Im working towards it.
Repititon; the act or an instance of repeating or being repeated, as described by wiki-dictionary, is pretty much what life seems to be for me these days. I've never realised how much of a routine I actually follow until recently seeing where I stand in the progress of both personal and physical development.
Tonight when the scales showed 103.4, I realised that in 8 months I've managed to work towards a goal that I never thought would be possible. 8 months of hard lifting, exhausting cardio and the same routine, day in and day out and day in and day out, has led to a total weight loss of 19 kilos, 10 centimeters off my waist circumference and from what I see looking back at me in the mirror, a much more happy Ly.
Switching up my diet to help me cut a little more body fat, I look back and a week has already passed. I started with thoughts of disatisfaction and dreadingness when the taste of plain can tuna and little to no carbs replaced my more than moderate amounts of carbohydrates and saturated fats (I've actually been eating pretty cleanly, with the bad lipids coming from the unoccasional feed at the big k).
Every morning starts with a teeth brushing followed by a protein shake. I added a chore afterwards and in completing the majority of housework on and off of my to do's, my acquired energy is now put to a half an hour session of cardio. I now do cardio and any exisiting chores; its quite suprising how a little effort put into everyday can change pretty much your whole day, in my case, for the better.
Both your body and mind work conjunctively to develop habits, to break habits the mind is always the one you must conquer inititally but once you take control of it, the body does the rest of the work. I have trouble sleeping after work unless I've lifted and I have trouble staying awake in the morning unless I've done my session of cardio. Your body is a very adaptive system and with a little effort and some repititon, I guess the sky and the deepest undiscovered seas are the limit.
So not having a computer isnt so bad, days seem more productive with less youtubing and bumming on forums looking up mostly useless stuff. The majority of the important things are easily accessed through my phone and apart from typing a little slower without a proper keyboard, nothing much is different.
I like having no computer to be honest. Not only does it allow me to be more productive, I reckon I've saved a fair few dollars not having it on twenty four seven. Having the great timing of computer annihlation just before exams, the latter couldnt be said with the ps2 breaking just when exams finished.
So currently, unless I'm outside on the couch with my trustee hard-drive media player, I'm not only computer-less, but am dvd watching-less. It gets boring after a hard night of work and iron especially when my only haven is taken away by the snoring annoyance that is the little sister; ffs shes sleeping with her 'laptop' playing episodes of modern family anyways, the new episodes I'd have to add, the ones I would be able to watch if my computer was working! Such is life isnt it?
But on the topic of annoying people, my last post describes of my top three most hated pet peeves. The boys and I had a good discussion about attributes that tick us off about people and where a stranger starts off before a relationship is established. Janice ranks everyone on a dislike scale before even meeting them. Phuccie reckons everyone starts on neutral ground with him and not many people move from there. The opposite on the scale was represented by tatey when Janice described his relationship with people starting at best friend until proven otherwise, they are only given one chance however. Although I couldnt say I'm much the same as any of them, I do believe that people must prove themselves before they progress much further than just accomplices. I explained to them that although they must prove their worthiness, once worthy, the friendship increases exponentially. Im still to figure out how I deal with dissapointment and fuck ups. To be honest, everyone stuffs up and if you recover from it, most instances things that stuffed it up, will never happen again, and the memory of it is never mentioned. To be honest, I'm not a grudge holding type of guy, I'm actually quite forgiving as I see no benefit from wasting energy to be angry when you could be happy and carefree. But I guess in similarity to tateys view on friendship, theres always the benefit of the doubt. I question whether there is a limit to the amount of chances you give though, but in the end, if people dont appreciate the friendship then I guess its best to let them on their way.
On other more positive news, I'm still on a little high with the completion of my first 5 days of holidays since exams finished. With old friends buzzing to catch up with me, the completion of security for ever ever (at the moment anyway) and the general holiday happy happenings (chilling with the guys down the coast, late night soft serve runs, front lawn gutter sitting convos, etc), today life seems fairly swell. I've made sure I make the most out of these holidays with the start of the day, ensuring I brush my teeth and chug down a protein shake. For some reason, doing these little things to begin my day has helped me extend it. I'll see if I can add a chore a day, I'll definately get alot more done that's for sure.
I'm buggered. Good night people with a nose biscuit full of tipsy chooks.
stupid people, softcocks and liars....i hates these
Yesterday was the first time since last year that i got absolutely smashed on the rummies. Today ive experienced one of the worst workouts since last year and ive concluded through my awesome skills of deductive reasoning that it must of been my inability to drink enough; couldnt have been the rummies thats for sure. On the note of gym, the terrible workout has in a positive sense, showed me how far ive come since my first visit to the gym.
Although my goal of reaching a hundred kilos is still slightly out of reach and the visibility of abdominals shouldnt even be mentioned about, my waist circumference is finally in a healthy range and my levels of energy can be portrayed pretty accurately by the redbull ads, its like ive got wings!
Its that time of year again where celebrations begin and planning for celebrations are in action. I love this time of year, even though it indicates that only after conquring the demons that are the end of year exams, I'd be able to start living the plans myself.
Ive been a uni whore the past couple of days, trying to cram my brain with some more pharmacy practice lectures. My attempt to study at home after a fairly good attempt at making the house study friendly failed miserably when i forgot to factor in my easy accessibility for my bed and the sleep associated furniture i.e the couch. With my computer busted again through some awful godforsaken son of a beeech virus, the study nights out at gardens point seemed at times hindered with much more efficient hand to desktop cursor and finger to letter actions rather than the finger pointer and simultaneous texting thumb typers.
But it hasnt been all that bad to be honest. Ive definately been alot more productive this semester round and even though id be hardpressed to regurgitatate word for word the adverse reactions of all the wonderful drugs of dyslipedmia, heart failure, erectile dysfunction etc, and other need to remember for exam information, i feel pretty confident that ill do ok. "Wtf am i saying..."
On non failing university exams news, i think i might be in love,.....again. But its probably not what you think, well not exactly. I think from the progressive improvements ive made these past couple of weeks things seem to have become more,- lovable. It seems that with improved energy and motivation from the regular gym nights and the slow but noticable sexy improvements, have added about 2 tenths into my tank of happys. The reduction of time spent bumming around either on the net or in front of the digital screens have made me become a little more productive and with accomplishing much more, i seem to be more satisfied as days come to ends. The relations seem to be all in order and some, so i guess if im not in a good mood at the moment, there wouldnt be much else that could made me happy.
Ive started to throw the words fate and destiny around a fair bit these days although i still believe that working hard to find your wanting will always trump the abilities of fate, well, 80-20 i reckon. But with regards to 'my' recent experiences of destiny and fate, i reckon that more than nothing, things happen for a reason. I lost 40 bucks last week when i was trying to be a rich guy....cont.
It's a little coincidental that the second I attended to the very last leaf just past the clothesline, I was greeted by the winter sunset which laid sheets of yellow and sprawled shadows of birds which started to flock onto the surrounding trees and fences. With spring just around the corner, maybe this is just a glance of what is to come, a new leaf?
